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flightforfreedomHe was still alive.
That was the main take away from the day, and an important one. Not many pilots could come out of that dogfight at all, let alone in tact enough to make it to a planet, and let alone intact enough to survive the landing. He was alive, and he wasn't a smear of ash hanging in space. That was the important part.
The unfortunate part was that the planet he had ended up on was just barely this side of habitable. The local star was still in the sky, which was probably the only reason that Poe hadn't already turned into a human popsicle. But he was starting to feel like one.
He'd managed to salvage some emergency gear from his X-Wing, but the thing was never going to fly again and the communications system was completely gone. He had seen some sort of city or facility in the far west when he'd been tumbling through the atmosphere, and so he knew that was his best bet. Wrap himself up in an emergency blanket and just try to trudge through... well, probably days worth of snow. The first few hours were miserable but manageable - his legs were getting sore with the overuse, and he was getting numb, but he could still move and he wasn't in real pain. The star was starting to get low, however, and he needed to find shelter. Fast.
That was the main take away from the day, and an important one. Not many pilots could come out of that dogfight at all, let alone in tact enough to make it to a planet, and let alone intact enough to survive the landing. He was alive, and he wasn't a smear of ash hanging in space. That was the important part.
The unfortunate part was that the planet he had ended up on was just barely this side of habitable. The local star was still in the sky, which was probably the only reason that Poe hadn't already turned into a human popsicle. But he was starting to feel like one.
He'd managed to salvage some emergency gear from his X-Wing, but the thing was never going to fly again and the communications system was completely gone. He had seen some sort of city or facility in the far west when he'd been tumbling through the atmosphere, and so he knew that was his best bet. Wrap himself up in an emergency blanket and just try to trudge through... well, probably days worth of snow. The first few hours were miserable but manageable - his legs were getting sore with the overuse, and he was getting numb, but he could still move and he wasn't in real pain. The star was starting to get low, however, and he needed to find shelter. Fast.
